Summer hums, and squawks and caws —
Birds fledge, bees make their rounds,
Motors of cars and planes and mowers
lend a constant drone,
Cats walk in relative silence
though a jay screams at them, repeatedly,
A neighbor paradiddles on the drums

We work, we sleep, we learn
in our own rhythms,
at least today,
building patterns for when
we can own all this time,
move through all these sounds
at our own pace,
in our own hum.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 5, 2014

photo by Edward Mulhern